Incarnate Poems

Get Thee Behind Me

Speak of the devil incarnate
to give the devil his due
not to play devil's advocate
tho' devil-may-care
the devil is in the details
and while we're there
to state so now would be opportune
he who sups devil's food cake
or devilled eggs with the devil
should have a very long spoon
but if we don't the devil you say
better the silver-tongued devil you

Incarnate

Bloodlet me, my precious
You can make this my willing sacrifice
To cure me of impurity, of sickness.
Cut gashes into my face.
Discard chunks of my body.
These cliffs into my mind,
Scars of unhealing, they save me.
Blotch my red everywhere.
Nobody wants my stained mind, but you—
You save all the sympathy—
Iridescent, darling, could you ever understand?
Can't you see,
I want to

Ordinary married sexagenarian mortal feted as savior incarnate

Ordinary married sexagenarian mortal fêted as savior incarnate...

Courtesy a plethora of marriageable females
dogging, hounding, and lowing the living daylights
forcing yours truly to go undercover and into hiding 
within the heart of darkness
at a remote undisclosed location in Perkiomen Valley
changing my name, rank and serial number
to protect what little remaining innocence
(analogous from the salvaged wreckage
of the

The Devil incarnate

The ship was coming towards us, their eyes held the blue color of deception, the skin pinkish glow.

Smelled poverty with a demonic appetite to murder and plunder the resources of others. 

A fictitious smile appeared on their faces, and the devil incarnate imaged in them. These are demonic new creatures on Earth. 

Stepped on the

INCARNATE

“I am the way, the truth and the life.” Thus, 
                                            asserted

Incarnate

In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
I know well that I have lost my track.
I have gone astray from my God, all goodness incarnate.
Searching Him, lonely and longingly I stray, 
To place Him not in a shrine, but in my very innards.

In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
To offer my hand with childlike faith
To the

Incarnate

He came in human flesh,
So He would see someone like me,
He wore the robes of pain, grief and struggles,
So He could relate to my emotions.

He took the fall,
So He could understand why I stumble,
He left his lofty throne to walk down the streets of mortals,
To show them the path to immortality,
Desirous that they would listen.

He

Incarnate

  "Yalto Form"

"It is said, that we are born from a quiet sleep 
and that at death we slip into a calm awakening."

                               

Incarnate

Angels are unable to handle 
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.

Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where flesh eating insects
devour my motionless corpse.
Yet, I'm a victim of my own demise,
stranded upon sand dunes,
as a martyr for sacrificial offerings

cursing my selfless 'lighthouse' conduct,
guiding lost ships through tormenting storms.

In

Incarnate

Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind, 
the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled.
Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale,
on the ivory forehead their lattice captures my yearning.

The sculpted window panes of the hazel eyes unclosed,
flutter like the flamboyant wings of beguiled butterfly.
Onyx eyelashes line the lissome lids of the eyes,
shelter the dreams

Incarnate

In the flesh, He came to save us,
With His sweet love, He paved the way
Love this alive is worth the fuss,
Grateful that He hears when I pray.

Love personified came to earth,
In the flesh, He came to save us,
Our hearts and souls know what He’s worth,
He is the light we must discuss.

Doubting His grace is treasonous,
We

INCARNATE

   Life is mortal : I wish to incarnate.
   After death, body is buried or burnt.
   Wish to reborn for new life to vibrate.
    Don’t know, new appearance how to hunt !

     Wishful thinking: Soul must be immortal.
    

Incarnate

Boyhood days of bees, butterflies and songs,
The protective range of my mother’s voice,
A sweet, happy place where a boy belongs. 
A conch shell, a snow-white beach, and a choice. 

“Leave it”, she said, “this seashell’s not for you.”
Yet, it spoke like waves - I could not resist.
One day, it whispered things not in fact true

Incarnate

In the cycle of lives, in the wheel of fate,
We tread our paths, our deeds dictate,
For in Hindu belief, karma reigns supreme,
Guiding our souls like a timeless stream.

Incarnate souls, in myriad forms,
From human realms to animal norms,
Each birth a step, a karmic dance,
A chance to learn, to evolve, to advance.

Perhaps I'll be born a cow

Incarnate

Unlike flower essence, which becomes roses or lilies,
Unlike animal essence that's born into birds and beasts
To bring within humanity love, justice, trust, and peace
The divine takes the human form, and with it co-exists

Gods and goddesses, Hinduism holds, took the form of fish.
Hummingbirds, alligators, tortoises, snakes, stags, and boars
Into eagles, horses, peacocks, doves, vultures, and Ibis
The

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